Desreal: Kick up your heels and dance

Dancing was something Scylla had not done for a long time, not since she was a tiny little foal herself. She wasn't entirely sure what had stopped her-- possibly some supposed illusion of dignity and grace-- but she hadn't tried in years. And even though the idea of herself dancing and playing around like a foal was distasteful for the andalusian mare, she found herself grinning along with Lycoris and oddly tempted to join along. "Friends?" Scylla repeated, oddly warmed to be thought of in such a way. "Yes, I'd call us that. Though dancing is really not my cup of tea." the last is a mild protest, even as Lycoris tugs on her mane gently. Despite herself, however, she lifts up her feet a little, trotting a little forward with high steps, in so much as she can without yanking Lycoris along. That's dancing.. sort of.